Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1148 - 560

Old Factory Street, tubular building.

The street late at night is exceptionally quiet, with most nearby residents already having turned off their lights and gone to sleep.

Occasionally, the cry of a baby emerges from some window, only to be gently hushed by an adult.

Inside room 980 on the top floor, the lights are off, enveloping everything in pitch darkness.

The neon glow from outside casts inside, barely outlining the furniture.

The old-fashioned wall clock ticks rhythmically with a "tick-tock, tick-tock," as the hour hand has quietly passed over twelve.

Ah Le sits on the wooden chair by the window, his face pale as paper.

Though the wound on his abdomen has been simply bandaged, the dizziness from excessive blood loss keeps coming in waves, and his eyelids feel as heavy as if they were weighted with lead.

But he dares not sleep, nor does he want to sleep.

He forces himself to keep his eyes open, occasionally glancing out the window.

In the distance toward downtown, the neon lights fully dye the night sky red.

Ah Le’s heart is filled with anxiety, unsure of what exactly is happening over there, whether things went smoothly or not.

Tap, tap, tap.

Suddenly, faint footsteps sound from the corridor.

Ah Le’s heart jumps wildly, his previously scattered pupils instantly focused.

Enduring the intense pain in his abdomen, he presses his left hand against the wound, while grabbing the dagger on the table tightly with his right hand.

His entire body tightens like a fully drawn bow, staring fiercely at that battered security door.

Click.

The key inserted into the lock, creating a particularly jarring sound in the silent night.

Soon after, the lock cylinder turns, and the door is gently pushed open.

"Who?!"

Ah Le shouted softly, gripping the dagger even tighter.

"It’s me."

A familiar voice came.

Click.

The living room light was switched on, filling the entire room instantly with warm yellow light.

Ah Le saw clearly the figure at the door, his body trembling all over, the dagger in his hand clattering to the ground.

Standing at the entrance was Fang Cheng, supporting a disheveled old man who staggered in.

That man was Shen Wei.

Though his clothes were ripped, hair disheveled, and dirt covered his face, his eyes still exuded an intense fierceness.

"Chairman! You... you’re back?!"

Ah Le’s eyes reddened, struggling to stand up, but it pulled at the wound, causing him to grimace in pain.

"Don’t move, sit down."

Fang Cheng casually shut the door, helped Shen Wei to sit on the living room sofa, then turned to pour a cup of hot water.

Shen Wei held the enamel cup in his hands, the warm feeling spreading through his palms across his body, allowing him to sigh deeply with relief.

He looked around the small house, less than sixty square meters.

Yellowing walls, an old ceiling fan, several somewhat aged pieces of furniture all neatly arranged.

Though simply furnished, the room was exceptionally tidy, without a single speck of dust on the table.

When his gaze fell on the heavily cracked and even sunken red pine floorboard in the center of the living room, Shen Wei’s pupils slightly contracted.

Clearly, it had been stomped cracked by someone’s foot.

Recalling the scene of jumping off the top of the building and the figure that emerged from the fiery wreckage of the helicopter, Shen Wei shook his head with a bitter smile.

Who would have thought that such a top-notch Killing God level expert would actually live in a place like this?

The supposed gold medal club coach was clearly just a disguise to experience life.

Perhaps this is what’s called "being deeply hidden in the city," a mindset only strong individuals possess?

Shen Wei took a sip of hot water from the cup.

When he looked up at Fang Cheng, his eyes showed not only gratitude but also a mix of awe and admiration.

Then he shifted his gaze to the bodyguard beside him, only now noticing the blood seeping through the bandage on Ah Le’s abdomen and frowned slightly:

"Ah Le, how’s your injury?"

"I won’t die."

Ah Le shook his head, eyes urgently turning to Shen Wei:

"Chairman, did you reach an agreement with those kidnappers? How much did we lose this time?"

As he spoke, he sighed with remorse, his face full of indignation:

"Alas, I really can’t accept it, we lost so many brothers..."

In his view, though Fang Cheng was formidable, at most he relied on agility to sneak in to rescue or negotiate for release.

After all, the Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps was full of terrifying creatures, each possessing superpowers, not easy to deal with.

Shen Wei put down the cup, chuckling bitterly:

"No money was spent."

"No money was spent?"

Ah Le froze upon hearing this:

"Can those monsters be spoken to so easily?"

"The dead don’t require money."

Shen Wei gave Fang Cheng a deep look, his tone haunting:

"The Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps, along with their leader Masked Guest, have all gone to meet King Yan. Mr. Fang alone wiped them all out."

"Wha... what?!"

Ah Le’s eyes suddenly widened, mouth opened wide, almost dropping his jaw.

He stuporously turned to look at Fang Cheng rummaging through a cabinet.

That back looks plain and ordinary, just like a big boy from next door, where’s the slightest sign of a murder Demon King?

Single-handedly annihilating a mercenary group made of powerful mutants?

Thinking of the helpless state he was in when facing those monsters, Ah Le couldn’t help but have his mind churn with shock.

Is this still human?

The room fell silent for a few seconds.

Shen Wei pulled a flattened pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Just as he was going to light one, he glanced at Fang Cheng and put it back silently.

"This matter isn’t so simple."

As a gangster hero, Shen Wei quickly regained his composure and spoke in a deep voice: 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Only a few core higher-ups knew about going to the warehouse."

"We were tailed as soon as our convoy left Jiangdong District. For someone to so accurately track our movements, there must be a traitor at home."